Wednesday came and went, but my bad mood was here to stay. Thursday we took another Spanish quiz and then headed home for lunch. Surprisingly, Jeremy was already there. He sat at the kitchen table with Mom and Dad, talking about the twins.
"Hey, Jake." He greeted smiling. "I came early. Figured we could do a group lunch, and then I'll be responsible for dinner. I know a good spot we can go to after the softball game."
"Okay..." I shrugged. "I'm going to go put my backpack away."
"Same!" Noah said and we both headed for the stairs.
In our room, I let out a sigh.
"What's going on with you?" Noah poked me. "You've been moody since Tuesday night. I thought it was about you not being able to play, but I'm starting to think it has something to do with Jeremy."
I shrugged. "Kind of. It's just..." I paused. "I'll just bring it up to Dr. Moore. Don't worry about it."
